(A/N):

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As the silence atmosphere was broken by one of them moved.

The largest among the legion stepped forward.

Its body was taller than the rest.

The roots growing from its flesh were thicker.

More developed.

The creature slowly turned its head.

Its crimson eyes settled upon Devara.

The rest followed.

One by one.

Thirty pairs of eyes focused on him.

The pressure in the clearing grew heavier.

The roots on their bodies started moving.

Not much.

Just enough to reveal they were alive.

The sight was deeply unsettling.

"...."

At that moment, Devara extended his hand.

Amba Tejas immediately understood.

The divine sword tore itself free from the cultist’s leg.

The man’s scream echoed through the clearing.

Before he could even recover, crimson fire erupted from the blade.

Divine flames mixed with lightning.

His body was engulfed instantly.

For a few seconds, his screams continued.

Then they stopped.

Nothing remained except ashes drifting through the air.

The two remaining cultists watched.

Yet neither looked afraid.

Their eyes never left the creatures.

Their faith had already been rewarded.

Death no longer mattered.

Meanwhile, the leader of the summoned creatures took another step forward.

Its gaze remained fixed on Devara.

"...."

For several moments, neither moved.

The creature studied him like they were weighting him.

The golden armor.

The divine swords.

The calm expression.

Then its mouth slowly opened.

Its voice sounded rough. And erric.

Like stone grinding against stone.

"Enemy."

Immediately the other creatures reacted.

Their heads turned toward Devara.

Every single one.

The synchronized movement sent chills through the clearing.

The leader raised one hand.

Roots wrapped around its arm.

Its crimson eyes burned brighter.

Then it pointed toward Devara.

"Kill him."

The response was immediate.

The entire legion surged forward.

Thirty monsters charged at once.

The ground trembled beneath their feet.

Flowers were crushed.

Dust exploded into the air.

The forest itself seemed to shake.

Meanwhile...

Devara remained standing exactly where he was.

The golden Parvathi Kavach glowed around him.

Amba Tejas rested comfortably in his hand.

Inside his mind, the sword sounded almost excited.

"Finally."

"Something interesting."

Devara couldn’t help letting out a small laugh.

A few days ago he had been ruling a kingdom.

Yesterday he had been pretending to be a merchant.

This morning he had survived Kumara Varma’s martial arts lessons.

And now he was standing in the middle of a flower forest facing thirty monsters summoned from an ancient Asura’s legion.

Life certainly had a strange sense of humor.

The king rolled his shoulders.

Adjusted his grip on Amba Tejas.

Then looked at the charging legion.

A smile slowly appeared on his face.

Not because he underestimated them.

But because he finally had a chance to see what Pushpasura’s servants were capable of.

"Let’s see,"

Devara muttered as a grin formed on his face.

-Grin!

"Whether your master kept the strong ones for himself."

The first creature reached him almost instantly.

Its crimson eyes burned with killing intent.

As it closed the distance, the roots covering its arm suddenly began moving.

The flesh on its hand twisted unnaturally.

Bones cracked.

Muscles shifted.

In the span of a heartbeat, its fingers elongated and hardened into razor-sharp claws capable of tearing through steel.

The creature roared and slashed toward Devara’s neck.

But Devara was faster.

Much faster.

The moment the claw entered his range, one of the twin swords of Amba Tejas flashed forward.

-SHING!

The divine blade pierced straight through the creature’s open palm.

The Rakshasa’s eyes widened.

"...."

Before it could even react, Devara planted his foot firmly on the ground and delivered a powerful kick to its chest.

BOOM!

The impact sounded like a drum being struck.

The creature’s ribs cracked.

Its entire body flew backward like a broken doll.

It smashed into four of its companions who were charging from behind.

All five tumbled through the flowers and crashed into the ground.

Yet the remaining legion did not slow down.

Not even slightly.

Instead, they adapted.

Several raised their arms.

The roots beneath their skin began moving violently.

Wooden spikes erupted from their forearms.

Others transformed their hands into axes.

Some formed long spears.

One creature’s entire arm twisted into something resembling a giant blade.

The transformation was grotesque.

Skin splitting apart.

Wood emerging from flesh.

Roots weaving themselves together into deadly weapons.

The sound of cracking bones and twisting muscles echoed throughout the clearing.

The legion looked less like living beings and more like weapons given flesh.

Seeing them adapt, Devara smiled slightly.

At least they weren’t mindless beasts.

That made things more interesting.

Without waiting for them to surround him, he attacked first.

The ground exploded beneath his feet.

Flower petals scattered into the air.

The next moment, Devara vanished.

Or at least, that was what it looked like to the legion.

His speed became a blur.

A streak of crimson light danced between the charging monsters.

Amba Tejas sang through the air.

SHING!

A head flew in the air like it was its nature to pop out of the body.

SLASH!

An arm fell.

SHING!

A torso split apart.

The divine swords moved like extensions of his own body.

Every swing was precise.

Every movement efficient.

No wasted effort. No wasted energy.

The legion tried to react.

"...."

"...."

"...."

They tried to block.

They tried to counter.

But they simply couldn’t keep up.

One by one they fell.

Bodies collapsed across the flower field.

Arms.

Legs.

Heads.

Broken pieces of the legion littered the ground.

Yellow blood splashed across flowers and grass.

At first Devara barely paid attention to it.

Then he noticed something strange.

The blood wasn’t red.

It resembled liquid gold mixed with poison.

And wherever it landed...

The ground began hissing.

-SSSSSSS.

The soil blackened.

Flowers withered instantly.

Grass melted.

Even stones seemed to corrode under its touch.

Devara’s eyes narrowed looking at the impact it has with the surrounding.

That wasn’t normal blood.

It was something else entirely.

Something far more dangerous.

Still, the battle appeared won.

Nearly half the legion had been cut apart.

Bodies covered the battlefield.

Then Devara noticed something even stranger.

His system remained silent.

No notification. No confirmation.

No message.

Nothing.

A frown appeared on his face.

-Frown!

"...."

Normally, enemies killed by him would trigger a response from the system.

Yet this time...

Nothing.

The realization sent a warning through his mind.

’They aren’t dead.’

Almost immediately, the answer revealed itself.

The yellow blood soaking into the ground began moving.

The corrupted earth trembled.

Small sprouts emerged from the soil.

At first they looked harmless.

Tiny green shoots.

Then they grew.

Rapidly.

Far too rapidly than before when the Legion took the shape.

The sprouts became vines.

The vines became roots.

The roots twisted together.

Forming shapes.

Bodies.

Limbs.

Heads.

The severed remains of the legion lying across the battlefield began crumbling into dust as entirely new forms rose from the corrupted soil.

One.... Two.... Five.... Ten....

More and more appeared.

The process happened before Devara’s eyes.

Fresh Rakshasas emerged from the ground itself.

As though the forest had become a womb birthing monsters.

The creatures stood up.

Stretching their newly formed limbs.

Crimson eyes opening once more.

The same yellow blood flowed through their veins.

The same roots covered their flesh.

One of them even smiled.

A twisted smile.

As though it knew exactly what Devara had realized.

Behind him, the surviving cultists started laughing again.

The sound echoed through the battlefield.

"-HAHAHAHA!!!"

"You can’t kill them!"

One shouted through his pain.

"They are the Legion of Blooming Death!"

The second cultist laughed hysterically.

"The blood is the seed!"

"Every drop becomes life!"

"Every death creates another warrior!"

Devara ignored them.

His attention remained on the newly born legion.

The number of enemies hadn’t decreased.

If anything...

It had increased.

Amba Tejas suddenly hummed in irritation.

The divine sword clearly disliked the idea of enemies refusing to stay dead.

Inside his mind, her voice sounded annoyed.

"Devara."

"I cut them."

"Why are they still moving?"

For once, Devara agreed completely.

Looking at the growing legion, he finally understood why Pushpasura had been such a threat even to the heavens. 𝕗𝚛𝚎𝚎𝐰𝗲𝗯𝗻𝚘𝚟𝚎𝗹.𝕔𝐨𝕞

This wasn’t an army.

It was a plague.

The creatures began advancing once again.

Slowly.

Confidently.

Knowing that ordinary death meant nothing to them.

The largest among them stepped forward.

Roots spread across its body like armor.

Its crimson eyes locked onto Devara.

Then it spoke.

A deep, mocking voice echoed through the battlefield.

"You cannot stop growth."

Around it, dozens of newly formed Rakshasas emerged from the corrupted earth.

The flowers of the forest continued dying.

The yellow blood continued spreading.

And every corpse he created was becoming the seed of another monster.

The Rakshasa leader’s words echoed throughout the battlefield.

"You cannot stop growth."

The declaration was filled with confidence which gave hope to the two mens who seems to be very happy.

The creature truly believed it.

And honestly, after witnessing what had happened moments earlier, most people would have come to the same conclusion.

The severed bodies had become new monsters.

Their blood itself was a weapon.

Every fallen warrior simply became the seed for another.

An army that could replenish itself endlessly was enough to make even experienced warriors lose hope.

But Devara wasn’t most people.

He stood amidst the ruined flower field, surrounded by broken bodies, scorched earth, and corrupted plants. His eyes slowly swept across the battlefield.

He looked at the yellow blood eating through the soil.

He looked at the fresh Rakshasas emerging from the ground.

He looked at the creatures advancing toward him with renewed confidence.

Then he laughed. Not loudly.

Just a small chuckle.

-Chuckle!

The sound immediately caught the attention of every Rakshasa present.

"...."

"...."

"...."

Even the leader stopped advancing for a moment.

It wasn’t expecting laughter.

Fear.

Frustration.

Anger.

Those were reactions it had seen countless times before.

Laughter was new no they have seen it before but it was the most irritating one they had seen since that person is the reason they were in this situation in the first place.

Devara shook his head slightly.

"You people really think you’re difficult to deal with."

There was genuine amusement in his voice.

The Rakshasa leader narrowed its eyes.

Meanwhile, the two wounded cultists stared at him as though he had gone mad.

One of them actually began laughing.

"You still don’t understand!"

The cultist spat blood onto the ground.

"They cannot be killed!"

"Every drop of blood creates another warrior!"

"Every death strengthens the legion!"

The man’s voice was filled with fanatic pride.

For years he had believed in Pushpasura.

Believed in his power.

Believed in the stories of the unstoppable legion.

Now that he had witnessed it with his own eyes, his faith had only grown stronger.

They were on the winning side.

But Devara didn’t even bother looking at him.

"...."

Instead, he slowly raised Amba Tejas.

One sword in each hand.

The crimson blades gleamed beneath the evening sky.

Preparing his next attack which he knew it would effectively nullify the respawan of this rakshasas whose blood acts as their catalyst.

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